This morning, sitting peacefully at my computer, sipping my morning’s dose of caffeine, this most horrific of smells wanders into the office area. “Oh no” I think to myself, River is taking a dump again and it is one heck of a strong one. His litter box sits relatively close to the office door, but when cleaned regularly, it is not a problem – except when the nasty, smelly, deeds are done.
This morning, the smell was just a bit more unique, more pungent. I rose from my chair to see his had a little accident on the rug surrounding it and find a stray bit of the looser variety. He is trying to be the good pet by scratching the run to cover it up. I run off and get the heavy duty cleaner and a wad of paper towels and clean it up, telling him, “It’s okay.”
I then notice he is sitting in my office taking care of hygiene. “Good kitty” I think, nothing worse that spots and trails throughout the house. I look down and notice a shoe-leather diameter strand of errant poop hanging from his butt. I am thinking, “Poor cat, must have eaten something that didn’t agree with him.”
I gingerly pick him up and rush to the paper towel dispenser to help him. When, what to my wondering eyes does appear, but a poop covered, 6″ length of brown (duh) ‘something’ get extracted from his butt. It is obvious to me now that the cat ate a piece of something about 6″ or longer. I would like to thank my good fortune, that this length foreign string, yarn, leather piece passed with out veterinary assistance.
Gross, yes. But as a mother you learn to do some of the most unimaginable things. On this note, I will add this is a first and it was never on a bucket list of to do things.
River is fine, but will be watched that much closer. “Hey, where did my mouse go….?”
Remember, you got the poop scoop here first.